MINTA & THE BROOK TROUT

SLOW, 2016

BANGLES | | I didn’t want to leave the house | But I followed you | You left our table for the dance floor | I never knew | I sat there looking at the old barkeep | Such sad eyes | For no amount of beauty would he crack a smile | | You can bet I’d dance if I could do it | I would glide on by | Keep my distance from the wall | | You can bet I’d dance if I could do it | I would glide on by | I would sway and they would fall | | I’ve changed my mind a million times | All morning long | I picked through bracelets and bangles | They all felt wrong | Is this whole city hung over? | How the sidewalk sticks | To the rubber beneath my toes | | PLAID AND DENIM | | A bearded band | Playing sad songs | Plaid and denim, head to toe | | You slow dance | On bare feet | With someone you’re not sure you want to know | | Now the singer’s going on about how | Everyone’s suddenly really into food | | He tucks his hair | Behind his ear | You wonder what he looks like in the nude | | The band takes a break | Before the second set | You step outside to smoke a cigarette | | You shelter the flame | Inside your winter jacket | It’s not even eleven yet | | Now your mind jumps back to the early morning | Looking out the window, half asleep | | The neighbor’s cat | Coming home real proud | A sparrow trapped between his teeth | | | COLIN CALL | | Reading the cheerful taglines | On the places you can still afford to rent | You wonder where the money went | It was just there | | Scaling up the blurry pictures | Flashes bouncing off the windowpanes | Paint peeling off the wooden frames | Dust everywhere | | Crooked tiles on the bathroom walls | Funny little entrance halls | It gets to be | Too much to bear | | Could you ever call it home? | | All you wanted was | A country house in the city | Fruit trees, luscious and pretty | Needing no care | | A respectable assortment of linen | Some go-to menus for dinner | And quiet weekends | | HOLY TRINITY | | Walked by the place where I first came to be | And where my father was born thirty-four years before me | It was named | After the Holy Trinity | | Third generation heathen | Born among the tireless sisters | A late addition | To a very fragile sum | | And now that I’m barely younger | Than they were when they had me | I let myself stop and wonder | At the Holy Trinity | | I lost track of afternoons in books | We were never allowed any pets | Except for the turtles who died | In their sad little tank | | And they would argue in restaurants | Even after they finally called it quits | Their hard-won cool burning up | In a matter of seconds | | LITTLE FALLS | | I’ve never read a single page of the bible | And sleep wants nothing to do with me | I wasn’t looking for a friend or a rival | But if you're going to force me to choose you know which one I’ll be | | You’ve got nothing on me | So back the hell down | You’ve got nothing on me | | You are a clever storyteller; I will give you that | Given the chance you’d make the world see red | Yet I’d much rather not engage in these antics | Don’t you get enough trouble from the voices in your head? | | You’ve got nothing on me | So back the hell down | Back the hell down | | I’ve seen the ink in your neck | I’ve seen the friends that you’ve made | I’ve seen you breaking all the rules | | I know the words that you preach | And the excuses you make | Bad workers always blame their tools | | | SAND | | Our heads are hurting and our eyes are heavy | And the sun is shining down too bright | Our lips are dry and our limbs are aching | And the sun is shining down too bright | | Both feet in the sand | Chin up, baby | | Skin pulled tight and chimes in our ears | The air is burning | It’s not quite what we had in mind | The air is burning | | LIGHT BLUE BLUES | | Never had a favorite color | Never won a single fight | I still can’t cook like a grown up | And I was late to learn how to drive | | I should I could I’ll try I might | Yet there’s something I got right | | I’ve got you to come home to | | Mostly I stay out of trouble | On the right side of the tracks | I just kind of lost my nerve and | Didn’t work to win it back | | | | OLD HABITS | | No it doesn’t make me look like a million bucks | No, not even close, you see | | That is not my color, dear, and it never was | You should know that after thirty-seven years | | There are days when I regret the hour we met | But I know I’d be lost out on my own | I’m tired | Please take me home | | Sometimes when I wake up I feel so light and free | Then I turn and see you lying next to me | | Can’t remember when I last spent the night away | Come to think of it, I can’t think of the day | | | I CAN'T HANDLE THE SUMMER | | I can’t handle the summer | How I long for the slippery sidewalks | Water dripping into my neck | | Riding on a crowded bus | I’d write some good advice | On the foggy glass | | Along the lines of | | Take it slow | Learn to let it go | Take it slow | | I can’t handle the summer | I can’t handle the heat | I fall in love every two seconds | It’s kind of embarrassing | | And I ignore the nagging voice | Trying to give me good advice | Along the lines of | | | | | IN SPAIN | | In a rusty drawer | In the other room | Covered in rubber bands | And old day planners | | There’s a photograph | Of the two of you | | In love | In Spain | | A couple of heartbreakers | | Sunburn | Canvas shoes | Matching headaches | And matching tattoos | | Where did those people go | The two who could steal the show? | | In love | In Spain | | | | A SEMESTER ABROAD | | I’d win the award | For most amusing on board | Why don’t you want to dance with me? | | I’ve been to the fjords | Spent a semester abroad | Why don’t you want to sleep with me? | | I’ve been getting to know | Your father and his wife | I’d been plotting my way | My way into your life | | I used to live on the fence | But now I just want to dance | Why don’t want to sway with me? | | My heart is solid gold | I always do what I'm told | Why wouldn’t you want to carry me? | | I’ve been getting to know | Your father and his wife | | I’d win the award | I swear you’d never be bored | | You’re light blue eyed | That’s from your mother’s side | Now you won’t even look at me | | I’ve been getting to know | | I guess it hardly qualifies | As the end of the world | |

OLYMPIA, 2012

EGGSHELLS | | Let’s dance on the eggshells we planted about | Well, aren't you sick of just going around | I got all I could out of playing it nice | There’s glory in anger | There’s goodness in vice | | There’s just no reason why we should behave | We did what we' re told and yet nothing was saved | We got all we could out of playing it nice | There’s glory in anger | There’s goodness in vice | | Set me free from you and | I’ll set you free from me | But first | Let’s tear our home to pieces | Let’s make the neighbors call the police | Let’s tear our home to pieces | Let’s find some furious sweet release | | FALCON | | If you're going to break my heart | Then please just do it fast | If you're going to crush my hopes | Then hurry while they still last | | I know you wish you could just run | But, honey, so does everyone | | I’ve given up hope | I’ve given up on us | I’ve given up hope on you | | If it's going to be like that | Then please just act your age | If you're going to be like that | At least you do it offstage | | I know you wish you could just run | The world won't stop for anyone | | I’ve given up hope | I’ve given up on us | I’ve given up hope on you | | I know you wish you could just run | The world won't stop for anyone | | BLOOD AND BONES | | Never wear the same suit twice when people come to see you play | Always mind your hair and mind your manners put your words away | You can’t always tell when somebody is taking a picture so just look good | | You know it all comes down to | It always will come down to | Blood and bones | Bones and blood | | Here’s another round another crowd for you to charm alone | Smoke a cigarette and put it out and soon you can go home | | You know it all comes down to | It always will come down to | Blood and bones | Bones and blood | | FUTURE ME | | If you go and leave me now | You’re never going to know how good I could become | In a couple of years I’d be cooking you dinner | In a couple of years I’d be giving you children | | If you go and leave this now | You’re only going to know the worst part of me | I’m studying to become a better person | And I’ve only just begun to get the point of the lesson | | Which of the sheets in the closet are yours | Which of the napkins in the drawers are yours | Which of the glasses in the cupboard are yours | C'mon and stay | | Which of the t-shirts that I sleep in are yours | Which of the records in the shelves are yours | How about the cat, is it mine or yours | C'mon and stay | | C'mon and stay | | FAMILY | | Life is good by the ones you love | When the ones you love behave | Cause when they don't it makes you mad | But you breathe in deep and brave it | | The vilest thing about family | It’s that they own your heart for life | They can make it hurt and make it bleed | And they don't even have to try | | Try and enjoy the scenery | And the lovely, tangy wine | Get your hopes down from where they're hung | And be sure to hold the line | | THE DEVIL WE KNOW | | Can we skip right to the part when everything is okay? | When the rocky path we trod is far enough away | When we can remember the good times and have a laugh | When it’s clear in both our minds we’d never take it back | | You’ll tell me that you like my new shirt | I’ll tell you that I love your new shoes | I’ll let you know it’s so good to see you | You’ll let it slip you found someone new | | Can’t we just agree that this is not the way to go? | That we’ve had more than enough of the devil we know | It has grown so tall and it’s got a mind of its own | If we let it loose you know it’ll chew us to the bone | | FROM THE GROUND | | It comes up from the ground just to haunt you | It creeps up and no one else can see | And the harder you try just to look the other way | Well the harder it bites at your sanity | | All the anger you felt surging through you | All the pain that you thought was behind you | All the love you once felt, all the love that was gone | It comes up from the ground just to haunt you | | THE RIGHT BOULEVARDS | | I don’t know but I have been told | There are people you can look up in the right boulevards | In their dingy offices | They’ll take care of you | They’ll patch you up, they’ll keep you all from | Crying | | In their dingy offices | Cluttered with paper stacks | And artifacts to keep you all from | Crying | | GOLD | | If I felt as good as you | I would take to wearing gold | If I knew the things you do | I wouldn't dread this getting old | | No it doesn't take a genius | To get where you're coming from | Oh this heart that I’ve neglected | It could sing a different song | | Your eyes full of sullen wisdom | Full of sorrow for my failures | Your head full of blissful boredom | You’ve given up on my troubles | | No it doesn't take a genius | To get where you're coming from | But this heart that I’ve neglected | It won't sing a different song | | AT YOUR WILL | | They think you're bad but you think they're worse | You’ll bring them down with a single verse | And they'll never know what has hit them 'til | You take over the world and bend it at your will | | Easy to miss that you had a plan | But they'll curse themselves once they understand | Fodder for their jokes all those years and still | You take over the world and bend it at your will | | They can be relied on but they sure can't sing | Beaches in the summer mountains in the spring | Every day’s another small step up that hill | And you take over the world and bend it at your will | |




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